Transitory Madness

just under the skin the you that echoes the actual physical scarring that shows just at the very outset of your supposedly sane & publicly presentable exterior, lies with you a problem that you can't quite fix---and yes, you try to work it out with others, both those others selves within & those individuals on the slashed & scattered outskirts (like cracked little pieces of linoleum) but nothing seems to work when everyone has the blatant sinister audacity to ask if something's wrong but to offer nothing in the way of ideas as to how one might go about medicating any real issues of which you yourself may in fact be concerned about to the utmost extent--- alone & dwindling in the madsphere of things you find a much better way to deal with it all, found now solely through the expression of the self & its very transcription now noted visually aurally aesthetically within your every blissful moments of what others observe in your own behavior when they smirk with condescension saying "this too shall pass."